She Poem by Antonio Liao

the woman
that I love, smile like with
no other face of tune of notes in the
frits of guitar strands of night that I
always sang

the lady
that I love, is beautiful she
is like a Roses
amongst the Lilies in the oasis of
droplets of tears in the desert,
where sweat and sweet tie nut with faith
as it moves on the
pedestal of
strings

the girl
I love, live life akin to
the wings of the clouds spread its feather
and flies into the heaven,
glide as clever as anybody can do
and wiser as other
can’t do

the wife
that I love, cherish the time,
where pain
and suffering settle in the nest;
scatter all the leaves and find shelter
to live, fuse the warm heart
and filled with
laughter and joy that spread out
the fume of courage
to cry

live my beloved special one, countless
moment I pray that you'll always be
free in the side of my day.....